January Third

The day of your birth, so close to my birthday We always shared a cake and ice cream You lead us through the branch, and dark, shady forest every summer Over hills and stumps, we found all sorts of childish treasures along the way We would swim in the branch most every afternoon to cool off the summer heat We stumbled apon an old rusty moonshine still that had ax holes in the woods, scared that we would get in trouble because of it, somehow. Our canine friends would follow along to see where you would take us, then follow us home again. We had to be home by supper time, we couldn't miss supper.